Bind Me to Free

"I'm as free as a bird now," she said

"And how free is that?"

So she locked herself into her bedroom

So she could think about that

She filled page after page with drawings of cages

But she never drew a key

Gotta find the golden twine that will bind me to free

Peter Pan says, "I won't be a man,

"'Cause grown-up men can't fly."

But Wendy took his shadow by the hand

And looked him right in the eye

She says, "You talk a good game

But every day here's the same

You don't grow, you don't change

And it feels like a prison to me."

Gotta find the golden twine that will bind me to free

I buckle down, try to stand my ground

But it shifts beneath my feet

I clear my mind, try to draw the line

But it tends to bob and weave

And so much joy goes to waste as I circle in place

Longing for a taste of the fruit I'm refusing to eat

Gotta find the golden twine that will bind me to free

"I'm as free as a bird now," she said

"And how free is that?"